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 Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 6:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 6:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 9:31 pm
 Log the Fifteenth - Slow Mornings ~ Prelude to Power-play 
"Wiiiiiit!" It was an expertly pitched sound, set at just the right tone to be as annoying to fae ears as was possible for the young Raevan. Bobbing downstairs at high velocity, he took a short left turn down the hallway, careening into the master bedroom, where he descended upon the ostentatious four-poster bed with caffeine-driven enthusiasm. The current occupant of the found consciousness rudely thrust upon him, and he moaned something unintelligible in protest. Of all the Raevans in all the world, he'd had to have been cursed by a perpetually early riser.
"Toshiiiii..." the halfbreed whined in protest, gathering a pillow and shoved it down over his tousled in hopes of thwarting the alarm-clock attempts of his enthusiastic charge. Feeling unyielding fingers on his shoulders, which promptly shook him as another coaxing trill came from the perky Raevan, the half-vampire changed tactics and violently hurled his pillow at the offending person. "Can yous not to be giving this one five more minuteses?" He warbled crankily, opening his eyes to the disgustingly adorable sight of Toshiaki hovering in expectation, the former projectile-pillow clutched to his chest as nearly-shut eyes peeped over it, ears flat against golden hair.
"No?" It sounded like a question, but the blond knew better than to take it as suggestion. His ward was far more devious than that. However, Wit was no fool, and he was somewhat optimistic on the off-chance that he would be able to hard a few more winks yet. That, sadly, hinged on whether or no Toshiaki could be hornswoggled into leaving the room for a few precious moments. Sleep, after all, was a precious commodity, especially now after the vampire's body had undergone the violent change that heralded a dramatic growth in power. The new, crimson marks on his forearms silent testimony to the jump that had been made, and one that Wit was still adjusting to...though he'd had to get a couple of new rugs...and a set of curtains due to flame getting sliiiightly out of control. The change, it had done wonders for his sleeping schedule, however, but his business was currently on hiatus, something that Dweian griped about on an almost daily basis. A less than cheerful reminder as he liked to gloomily remind his employer that money did not last forever, especially inheritance money - unwillingly though it had been left.
"Wakey, wakey, Sunshiiiine~" The kitsune's sing-songing broke the train of thought, startling Wit from the very comfortable near-stupor that his thoughs had drawn him into. Dammit! Pounding the mattress, as his pillow was in Raevan-enforced exile, the halfbreed finally achieved a sitting position, shirtless and sleep-mussed. That trilling voice of Toshi's really was far too cheerful.
"G'tell Dwee t'be having breakfastses readylike, Wit is to be being down in fivesies." Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he chanced a glance between fingers in hopes that it would drive the fox-eared alarm to the kitchen.
There was a clear moment of skeptical challenge as a look flashed between them, but the near-staggering aroma from the kitchen was swaying the Raevan's keen judgement. "Five minutes. No more, or Toshi will drink Wit's tea!" With that threat left, to keep his 'father' in check, he zoomed from the bedroom...but not before chucking the pillow at the half-awake fae.
Not at all startled by the kitsune's gall, Wit caught the pillow as it made contact with his face, and waiting for the half-second it took Toshi to leave the room, the bleary psychologist flopped backwards onto the mattress. "Five more minutses..." He sighed almost dreamily, lashes sliding down to shutter green orbs. He was just going to consider this a moral victory.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 10:38 pm
Reserved for Ears and Undergarments
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